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"Then let's make a promise," Mr. Jiang patted his shoulder, and picked up the shaking cell phone while getting off the car. "I'll answer the phone, you can go up first."

"Second floor." Jiang Kuo said.

President Jiang waved his hand and signaled him to get out quickly.

While walking to the second floor of the hotel, Jiang Kuo felt something was wrong. Especially Mr. Jiang's words "Then let's say it." No matter how he heard it, he felt that there was a conspiracy.

Just say what?

Why did you agree?

When he pushed open the door of the private room, several people in the room turned to look over.

Seeing that he came in alone, Dong Kun asked, "Where is your dad?"

"He is calling, come up later," Jiang Kuo walked by the table and explained quickly, "If my father is chatting with you as an air of a boss and an elder, you will be asking for it."

"No," Ding Zhe smiled, "When have we been afraid of this? Which elders have never drunk it?"

"Have you ordered the food?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"No," said Sun Ji, "wait for Mr. Jiang to come."

"You guys order, you always come, you cook any delicious food," Jiang Kuo touched the tea leaves from his pocket. This was just taken in the car. "He can order nonsense, and he always ordered it as his assistant."

"Are there any tea pots?" Duan Feifan asked the waiter.

"There is only the simplest kind of integrated tea cup," the waiter gestured, "the kind that leaks out as soon as the water is pressed."

"Yes, that's it." Jiang Kuo nodded, "Get another pot of 90-degree water."

The waiter looked at him: "Ah?"

"Get a pot of boiling water." Duan Feifan said,

The waiter brought the teacup made from boiling water, and Duan Feifan opened the lid of the boiling water bottle and hung it: "It will be 90 degrees in a while."

"What kind of tea is this?" Liu Pang asked.

"Yancha," Jiang Kuo skillfully took the tea cup, "Do you drink tea? This tea is not bad, more than 60,000."

Several people came forward at the same time: "Drink."

"Waste." Duan Feifan said.

"If we don't waste it, we will not be wasted if we experience this taste." Ding Zhe said.

"That's right," Mr. Jiang walked in, "Try it, it tastes good, and people who don't drink tea can also taste it."

"Thank you for your tea, uncle." Several people stood up.

"Hey, sit down," Mr. Jiang shook his hand at them and put a bottle of wine on the table: "All drink wine?"

"Mr. Jiang, didn't you buy this at the convenience store next door?" Duan Feifan saw that it was a bottle of Wuliang Liquid, "It's not real there."

"I brought it," Mr. Jiang smiled, "it's been put in the car."

Jiang Kuo made the tea well and divided it, and everyone reached out to take it themselves.

"This is indeed..." Liu Pang took a sip of tea, "It is indeed...it's much better than the kind they serve in the hotel."

"Duan Feifan is still right." Jiang Kuo said.

"It's a waste to give you drinks." Ding Zhe said.

"I will not waste this wine after a while," said Liu Pang.

"Serve the food faster," Duan Feifan told the waiter, "urge to do it."

"Okay." The waiter closed the door.

"This time is a bit rushed," Mr. Jiang opened the wine. "I came here to sit around with Jiang Kuo. It just happened to be your meal, so I'll have a meal."

Duan Feifan watched him open the wine, got up and took the bottle, took a few small cups in front of him, and divided the wine.

"Uncle, don't be polite," said Ding Zhe. "If you don't come, we can't even drink good tea and wine."

"You have time to go to our side for a holiday," said Mr. Jiang. "Let Jiang Kuo treat you well. I will say hello and leave him food, drink and fun, so he will be clear."

Jiang Kuo smiled and said nothing.

"Uncle is really nice," said Dong Kun. "Only, Mr. Jiang Kuo told us that you are very nice..."

You're not drinking the wine yet, you're blowing it now!

Jiang Kuo quickly stared at him.

"Oh?" Mr. Jiang smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Can he still say I am good? What did he say about me?"

Dong Kun said casually, but Mr. Jiang did not listen to this question. He couldn't write down the following questions.

"The main reason is that you come here this time," Duan Feifan took the wine in front of President Jiang. "He felt very sorry. He said that he didn't expect that we were all at school by ourselves. We went home from the local area and lived in school outside the city. As a result, you came here to accompany him in person, and none of us would be treated like this..."

Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifan and took the glass of wine he handed over.

"Jiang Kuo was muttering every day, thinking you would come tomorrow," Duan Feifan said and put the remaining glasses of wine on the turntable and asked them to take it themselves. "Since I just saw your car, I was so ecstatic."

Almost this classmate.

"Duan Feifan," Mr. Jiang looked at him and smiled, "You know much more than Jiang Kuo. The same thing, if he said, he would not be like this."

It's revealed!

"There are different positions, and the perspectives of the relationship are different," Duan Feifan said, "but the quality is actually just like this and it will not change."

Oh, it's back again.

Duan Feifan did not give President Jiang a chance to question again, so he raised his glass: "For this cup, Mr. Jiang, come here from afar, have a good wine and tea."

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang——" Everyone raised their glasses together.

"Thank you, classmates." Mr. Jiang also raised his glass.

The food was served quickly. After they drank this round of wine, the waiter pushed the door and came in and started serving.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when everyone talked to Mr. Jiang, Jiang Kuo whispered in Duan Feifan's ear: "Do you feel uncomfortable? This is what you asked for."

Duan Feifan smiled happily: "How interesting."

In fact, Mr. Jiang is not a person who talks too much at the dinner table, especially when he talks to this child, he will not speak too much afterwards.

Most of the time he just observes.

But he had never encountered Ding Zhe and Dong Kun before.

Even though Dong Kun almost couldn't come to Taiwan because of making up lies in the first round, he still dared to go on. Mr. Jiang, how did you do such a big family business? I admire...

Ding Zhe was even less afraid. After all, Babos was parked outside, so he couldn't let him go. Mr. Jiang, your car is extraordinary...

"How about you go down and drive around in a while." Mr. Jiang took the car keys.

"I'm drinking uncle." Ding Zhe looked confused.

"Oh yes," Mr. Jiang thought for a while and slapped the table. "No, when you leave, you can get in the car and touch it. When you have the chance to play, take it with you, and you can drive the car."

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang!" Ding Zhe shouted.

Jiang Kuo just kept his head busy and Duan Feifan sometimes said a few words, except for making tea for Mr. Jiang, he didn't raise his head.

"It's not easy to take down that piece of land," Mr. Jiang took a sip of wine and told them about the difficult entrepreneurial journey. "You are still young. I don't know that in that era, I saw that this land was not much money, but no one could take it. I didn't even have anything to mortgage at that time, and I had been gathering it for a long time..."

"It's really not easy," said Sun Ji, "but if you take that land, it's the first step."

"How many people are in the first step, there is no next step, and every step is not easy," Mr. Jiang sighed, "After all, there is only one building in that piece of land that belongs to mine, and I don't make much money. Starting a business is not easy."

Everyone is very interested in Mr. Jiang’s entrepreneurial history. Mr. Jiang doesn’t talk about this normally, mainly because no one is following him and asking questions like these people, with a strong desire for knowledge.

Mr. Jiang is also happy to share with them, and it is probably much more comfortable than flattering people in the company.

This is also very good. After several rounds of wine and chatting, the atmosphere was quite lively.

"Xiao Duan," Mr. Jiang suddenly looked at Duan Feifan with a cup, "Didn't you drink much?"

"Mr. Jiang is very careful," Duan Feifan quickly picked up the cup, touched him, drank it in one sip, and then whispered, "I poured one cup, I don't dare to drink too much."

"That's it," Mr. Jiang patted his arm, "Then you can do whatever you want, don't force yourself to drink."

"Your wine still has to be drunk." Duan Feifan smiled.

"You are the same level as Jiang Kuo," Mr. Jiang also whispered, "I think those classmates probably aren't."

Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows and never forgot to observe even though he had chatted so happily.

"Yes, President Jiang is amazing," Duan Feifan nodded, "Actually, I came with them first-level, but I took a break from school, so I was at the same level as Jiang Kuo."

"Study off?" Mr. Jiang asked.

"He, a hero of the nursing school, a representative of the freshman, was off school because he was injured. Now he is a celebrity on campus who enjoys single-room treatment." Jiang Kuo was sandwiched between them and could not say a word. At this time, he could only serve as a commentator and brag by the way to prove that this school is not what Mr. Jiang thought, and that the students also have good looks.

"Oh?" Mr. Jiang looked up and down at Duan Feifan, "This is not simple, and most people can't do it."

Duan Feifan glanced at Jiang Kuo, then smiled at Mr. Jiang with a modest smile, and poured him wine: "Actually, it's not that exaggerated, I've met it."
To be continued...